Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
The journey came to an end rather quickly. Hubert took control of the elevator, and stopped it at the apartment for Cassie. There was no time for me to explore with her, and Hubert took us back up to Ive’s penthouse.
I missed his country home. This penthouse didn’t feel like home. I left Hubert to go to the main bedroom and I saw the dress already laid out for me. It hadn’t been there this morning, so I imagined Ive must have stopped off at home after lunch or something. Cassie and I had been out all day. This was a sky-blue dress. I wriggled into it, and slid the side zipper up, hoping it would fit.
Stepping in front of the mirror, I gasped. It was very revealing. The bodice was that of a corset, and it certainly did feel like it pushed everything in. My tits looked huge. They were big anyway, but they looked even more so within the tight confines of the dress. Even my waist looked small. My hips certainly didn’t, and the dress flared out to accommodate them.
Grabbing a brush, I ran it through my now frizzy locks. The sauna hadn’t been kind to my hair. I attempted to keep it confined and grabbed a clip, pulled some back, and slid the clip right in. Checking the mirror again, I knew there wasn’t a lot more I could do. I never practiced with makeup, and I hadn’t trained since being married to Ive.
I stepped out of the room and Hubert was waiting.
“Is Ive coming back here or do I have to go and meet him?”
“He’s coming back here,” he said.
I nod. “I’ll just wait.”
There hadn’t been any shoes with the dress, so I still wore my sneakers. I didn’t mind, as they were comfortable. The dress was long enough to hide my footwear. I had to wonder where we were going, though.
Taking a seat, I sink back into the sofa and rest my head along the back of the couch, closing my eyes so I don’t stare up at the ceiling. My life was so strange.
I had spent many years imagining how my life was going to be once I turned eighteen and finally got away from my dad. After turning eighteen, I had to wait until I graduated high school, just before I was taken. That was so unlucky. I had all these great plans, most of which I couldn’t do because I had no money. I think my dad knew what I planned and he tried to do everything in his power to destroy it, to stop me from living. That was the kind of man he was.
My father had been a complete fucking monster. I hated him. He constantly showed me how much he hated me, how he didn’t love me. The beatings, the humiliation.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and opened my eyes.
“How did you do it?” Hubert asked.
I turned to look at my guard and frowned. “How did I do what?”
“I know some of what you went through. I’ve seen some of your scars. I know … bits and pieces and I listened to you and Cassie today. A lot of people would have struggled with what you went through.”
“It wasn’t all bad,” I said. “Most of the time, he did ignore me. I think that was the hardest part.” I licked my lips. “Don’t get me wrong, there were a lot of beatings. Some slaps, some kicks. He’d throw stuff at me, but again, I’d do something, I think. I don’t know. I’ve kind of just blacked it out.”
“Did he ever show you any kind of affection?” Hubert asked.
“No.” I didn’t even hesitate. This made me smile for some odd reason. “He never hugged me. Never gave me a goodnight kiss. Never promised to take the monsters away. He hated me. He told me that all the time. That I wasn’t lovable. Rage hugged me when he could. Told me he’d take the monsters away. Sometimes he gave me a goodnight kiss. He was my father.” I wave my hand in front of my face. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Thankfully, I didn’t have to because Ive stepped into the apartment. I don’t know if he’d heard any of what I said, but I forced a smile to my lips and got to my feet.
“How do I look?” I asked.
Ive looked me up and down, and I expected him to ignore my question. He had so many other times.
“You look stunning,” he said. “But it’s missing something.”
I hadn’t realized Ive had his hands hidden behind his back until he suddenly brought them forward. He held a matching pair of shoes to go with the dress. The heel wasn’t too high either.
“They’re lovely.”
“I was also told that they’re comfortable,” he said.